Today my cat excreted someting that looks noteably like a dick and balls . I don't know what's more problematic; that I correlate the appearance of cat plops with the rudie nudey region of a man, or that my cat does pornographic shits.
Bunnies Eating Spam
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
Saturday, November 15, 2014
Thursday, November 6, 2014
I need to more diligently enforce my parental authoritah and just say no to bad ideas. Daughter wanted to watch Frankenweenie before bed. Neither of us had yet seen the movie, but my maternal gut was trying to engage by brain in a dialogue something like this: "Are you 'tarded? This is, in fact, a bad idea." Yet I gave into peer group pressure and watched the film with my 10 year old.
# too much therapy
The movie is cute as a button, deeply touching and fun to point out cultural references in, but it's not ideal viewing for a sensitive child who's currently struggling with accepting that her elderly kitty is in fact not immortal.
Thursday, October 30, 2014
Fuck the Catholic School System
Nobody can intellectually argue that I am unscathed by years of Catholic schooling. Although the hip dance moves are possibly new to me, this song haunted my childhood and quite possibly serves as a partial explanation as to why I am such a fuck up in adulthood.
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
Monday, October 27, 2014
I have a cat purring against my back. This isn't an unpleasant thing. I'm also pretty sure that a piece of glass or something is wedged into my foot, so it hurts when I walk and I'm feeling anxious about going to work today (no correlation). I've got an uneasy, queasy pain in my sactum and I'm not sure if it's The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo trilogy finally fucking me up.
Lisbeth is a fucking awesome character and the books are intruging and reasonably well written, but the level of pain and violence against women is taking a toll on my already very precarious faith in humanity.
Lisbeth is a fucking awesome character and the books are intruging and reasonably well written, but the level of pain and violence against women is taking a toll on my already very precarious faith in humanity.
Saturday, October 4, 2014
It is after 10:30 at night and my daughter has stopped jumping around like a loon but is now singing "Bad Horse" from Doctor Horrible whilst drawing. At the corner of MY bed, which is not the same thing as actually lying down in the bed and besides, it's the wrong fucking bed.
This book is seriously my fucking autobiography.
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